I am a nineteen-year-old freshman in college. I'm currently enrolled at Susquehanna University in PA as a Creative Writing major. I began writing poetry about four years ago, although quite poorly. But using poetry as an emotional outlet I improved with practice and soon poetry became a necessity in my life.

I'm a hopeless romantic idealist. I always predict the best, and always get attatched to favorite pairings. A firm belief of mine is that Love is the only necessity of life. If it weren't for the societal, political, economical (etc) views of this messed up world of ours, LOVE would be seen by all through different eyes.

The bottom line is simple...

If everyone can love one another...

Then love can rule this earth.

I Love Feedback!

Even if it is negative, I LOVE FEEDBACK. As long as it is constructive criticism, it is welcome criticism. I love it when people tell me what they like, but even more when they tell me what they do NOT like. If you tell me what is aweful about my writing, then I can figure out how to fix it. If you don't tell me WHY but only that you DO hate it, well...it will be pretty damn hard for me to make it so you CAN like it. Review however you would like.

And if I tried really hard I could hear your steady breathing with mine. As I settled into sleep I could feel the rise and fall of your chest, your heart was my pillow, the thump-thump-thump in rhythm in mine...or just an echo

A short assignment for a fiction class that I'm editing and revising for a portfolio assignment it will be a collection of assignments from the first quarter please forgive typos and bear in mind this is not the first or last draft :D

I am not listening all too much: To what you are saying: While your fingers are gently playing: Peek-a-boo with my belly's sensative skin.: Those digits are slipping in circular motion: Tickling me on the outside and: Waking the butterflies

The leaves are nearly done dancing: And the waters are finished rippling: Life is moving on: As if the wind was never there: Never whipping through our hair: Not once stining our sensitive lives: No longer witness to our lives: A figment of my dreams.

I am letting go: Freeing myself from this nightmare that: Insists on keeping me trapped here, it: Has pulled me back to where I am lost: And I must move along so thatI can be found...thank you for helping me keep my mind.

Scarring: violation's trace: This mistake: twice made: She remains within me: Causing such distress, a mess upon bedsheets: Reddening the harsh scratchy surface: Of a hastily emptied trunk: The rear of a truck: Rubbed raw, I bled

She assumed it was just: Mom's way of saying that: She had to wear ten year old hand me downs: From Goodwill: It was the grown up way of saying that: She had to choose between a: Back to school haircut: And a backpack without holes. EDITED. COMPLETE

Who do you think you are?: Drowning others in your own sorrows: To get them off your chest and breathe: You suffocate and strangle them: Those who try to comfort: To them you pretend it makes no difference

There is pain I have faked: And it rakes across my flesh and my insides day by day: It tears me apart and it saves my heart for last: Slowly this one lie, the one big lie in my life: Picks away at the safe house for my love.

With a lie upon my chest and agun pressed into my head: A flutter of my heart whispers a question softly: Into the ear of the angel dying on my shoulder: To the dismay of the victorious Satan on my other

Melting into the ground to become nature's fruitShe's waiting on you to come pluck her awayShe's flowering pitifully, away from her sparkling riverMelted away she grew into fair petalsFreezing and shriveling into the nothing she used to be. Part one of 3

Mother, My tears come crashing down because you made them, A river dedicated to your hatred, As shards of ice melt and slice through the choppy waters, I pray that you are swept in by the wind, So that the frozen blades may slit your emotions

I love many thingsRoses and liliesRainstorms and lightningIlluminating even the darkest cornersOf every inescapable abyssBut those I can live withoutYou I only dream aboutIn my heart and prayers alwaysYou are loved and not lost

He was notorious for crashing costume parties Donning only a green fedora on his otherwise bare head No masquerade welcomed him into the fold of hidden identities For his face and expressions were open for all to see